Only have eyes for you.

She only wanted you. You only. You were just so perfect, so prim and neat, the total opposite of herself.

And she loved it for some weird reason.

But she couldn’t say it. She was too scared to say anything and instead says something snarky even when she doesn’t mean it.

Just like every other time.

She was gazing at you from across the lunch table, before you made eye contact, and smiled.

Oh my gods, you smiled at her. She felt herself getting red, and said something snarky on accident. Again.

“What’re you looking at?” She said, growing slightly, knowing she was slightly red, her brows furrowing.